Sweet blade sink in.
Think thoughts, think thin.
As the end sinks in
Sweet blade cut deep
Rivers  of tears weep
Oceans of blood deep
Sweet blade cut long
Sing a sweet sorrowed song
He’s been gone too long
Sweet blade sink in
As the depression is deep
And the night is long
The force is great.

As the liquid rolls down her cheeks.
She shakes her eyes and weeps.
For she has voices screaming her name
And creatures of her nightmares live inside her brain.
“I love you.” they taunt her
“I hate you” they haunt her.
With failures and science
With fears and with doubts.
But we can’t leave the phrase.
“god isn’t here” out,
Once she’s sleeping she’s safer
When she’s alone its okay.
For dreams are for sleepers.
Where little girls play.

Someone screams
Rain falls softly
My cat purs
Rain falls softly
Pain shoots through my body
Rain falls softly
Two lines to do
Rain falls softly
I miss Jesus
Rain falls softly
Bio test, Monday
Rain falls softly
You and I need to talk more
Rain falls softly.
France is beautiful and I hated it there.
Rain hails mercilessly.

Sunlight; you’re out my window.
Smiling; I look down and see a friend, a lover
The perfect match.*

But my window is closed and the curtains are drawn, someone is laughing
But it is not me
My tired eyes scan the room
My dream has imprinted itself to the skull of which I cannot break.

Poems that do not rhyme,
Songs without rhythmic time
Footsteps and dollar store wine
Wall mart rings, of promise and other silly things.
The one that was laughing has left
And I feel she was part of the theft
Of the beautiful thought I once had.
I’ve gone mad.

Turth hurts me.
I’m tangled in your golden hair as that scene I never watched is played beneath my eye lids
Careful camera angles, make it hard to breathe,
But I’m no where to be seen, in a jelous **** stars dream.
I hide behind the smiles, pretend Im over it, but if I was allowed to, I scream and throw a fit.
Hurl things at your battered skull till it burst
Force my mouth on your wound so I know how it hurts
I’m not even at the worst
Stop,
Breathe… It’s just a jealous dream.
He screams…. Like he can tell them from reality.

forcing her knuckles
working them to the bone
she writes poetry
in verse and in rhyme
she keeps to the beat
she keeps to the time
her hands will never stop shaking
her mouth will be sewn shut
but as long as her poems are truthful.
she feels good enough.

For your hand I untie the laces of my corset to disclose the eternity of my mind and body on the cold cement floor. For your eyes I remove the molds which ever so carefully holds my insides in tact and allow them to flood the careful corners of our existence. For your mind I caress your knots, untie your passions and pry at your past. For your soul I allow your mouth to wander the brief and quick passages of my short exiled being.
for your heart I cut out mine own and press both thumbs on your disjointed limbs.
Severe heads and pass into the point of no return.